God-King of Hostilistan

Nov. 23rd, 2015

Nov. 23rd, 2015

I know you have no idea what I'm on about nor do you care, but I just need a place to preserve things for posterity, and plurk is not great for that.

So, for some context: my Steve and his traveling companions, Beckett and Rydia, a.k.a Team Too Dumb To Live, made themselves horrendously ill burning furniture in one of the houses. This is apparently due to some sort of noxious death mold, but they didn't know that at the time, their first thought was THE FURNITURE IS POISON BECAUSE NORFINBURY IS A SADISTIC HELLHOLE (reasonable assumption). ...And when I say tremendously ill, I mean coughing, dizziness, nausea, and coughing up black goo for a solid week.

So, on the one hand, Team Too Dumb To Live. On the other hand, Dr. Clayton Epps, professional worry-wort, earnestly trying to keep his fellow prisoners healthy and safe. And the situation they're all currently in, which just gets funnier and funnier the more I think about it.

Beckett: *Clayton doesn't even know he's sick, Beckett is actively hiding from him in another house because he was just horribly sick a few days ago and he's embarrassed*

Steve, Beckett, and Rydia: *NOT RESTING, go for a hike in a blizzard and BURN MORE FURNITURE, for science! (Steve is the ringleader)*

Beckett: *goes back to hiding, soon will have nothing to eat but herbal tea*

Rydia: *gets lost in the blizzard and ends up a full day's travel in the wrong direction in the funeral home, handcuffed to a toilet and made to endure a night of horrors while trying to chew her hand off*

Clayton:

I just. I'm so sorry, Clayton. So sorry. XD

Also, we had an extensive plurk conversation about pee. A highlight: at least one of the characters is peeing into a bottle and using it as a hot water bottle to keep warm.